"She’s not mine," Mateo mutters his mantra, as we walk in to find them on the shower floor. Mateo’s head rests on the shower wall, his eyes closed. His nose twitches, and his eyes open as he looks up at us.
Kat is in his arms, and Maddox’s eyes zero in on his hands holding her ass, the way her hips move against him, and her licking his chest, purring as she seeks relief from her pain.
“I didn’t, I am just holding her,” Mateo defends, and he gulps before he moans when she bites his chest.
Kat lifts her head, sniffing the air before turning to look at us, her pupils are blown wide, eyes glowing back at us. There is no recognition in her eyes as her instincts register our scent, yet Mateo doesn’t let her go, like he is afraid to move, even as she thrashes in his arms trying to get to us.
